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Shen Huai nodded, expressing his desire for freedom, like the wind, dancing wherever it pleased.
Yun Li looked at him with envy, "You have such strong opinions about what you want."
Shen Huai simply smiled faintly. "You have your own ideas too, and entering the theater is a good thing for you."
"How do you know it's a good thing?"
"You've always been disciplined, following plans step by step. You're well-suited for the theater, where there are many experienced seniors. You'll learn a lot there."
"Senior, you understand Li Li so well," Chen Jin Xiu suddenly interjected. Shen Huai was taken aback for a moment before lowering his head and smiling.
Yun Li glanced at Chen Jin Xiu, biting her lip with a light smile. "Xiu'er and senior are quite similar; both are flamboyant and free-spirited."
The three of them were engaged in lively conversation while Jing Wu watched them with wide eyes, feeling out of place.
Zhang Mingyu sighed, noting that having common topics was essential for lasting connections. He exchanged glances with Xu Jiaxing, both agreeing silently.
Jiang Shiyu had barely eaten anything; he was mostly drinking water. After a while, he put down his chopsticks and stood up.
Everyone looked at him in confusion, while Yun Li maintained a calm expression and continued eating.
He felt relieved; his breathing had become easier.
Jiang Shiyu had no school to attend anymore since his grandfather had bought him an apartment in Beijing.
It was located in the best area, exquisitely decorated and luxurious—a spacious flat of over two hundred square meters, all to himself.
Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, he pulled out his phone and searched for last year's sports day video from Jing Wu's official account.
There were Yun Li and Shen Huai making their entrance.
As soon as they appeared, they became the center of attention. Although they wore simple shirts and black jeans, their expressions radiated an undeniable sense of righteousness. Yet there was also considerable physical contact between them.
Just holding hands made Jiang Shiyu's heart feel heavy. Those deep Peach Blossom Eyes seemed even more dangerous in the darkness, like a lurking leopard.
His emotions were stirred by Yun Li's presence.
Feeling restless, he stepped outside to gaze at the vibrant night scene—bright lights twinkling like stars—making him feel profoundly lonely.
His phone buzzed. He lifted his eyelids to check; it was a message from Zhao Xiaoyi from an unfamiliar number.
"I won’t bother you anymore. Can we not break up? I promise I’ll behave from now on."
Jiang Shiyu didn’t read further; he simply replied coolly, "The month is already up."
It had been a long time since he had responded, and after a few minutes, he thought to himself, "Jiang Shiyu, your heart is colder than stone."
Five days ago, Jiang Shiyu had broken up with Zhao Xiaoyi. At that moment, he had only sent a few words: "It's time." Following that was a transfer of one hundred thousand.
Every girl who broke up with him received a breakup fee, always in five figures—never less, always more. Some girls accepted it gladly; after all, during their relationship, Jiang Shiyu had never treated them poorly. They received such a large sum of money without even holding hands, as if it were a windfall from the heavens.
Then there were those who wanted neither his money nor his heart. Without exception, they all failed.
Those who were unaware assumed Jiang Shiyu was just playing around, a seasoned player in the game of love. Only those who had been with him knew that he would never give anyone the chance to get close.
Typically, no one would speak ill after a breakup; it was simply not honorable. If they hadn’t even held hands during their time together, people would start to wonder if it was due to a lack of charm on their part or if Jiang Shiyu had some issues.
Having taken their money, they certainly couldn’t afford to hurt him in any way.
Jiang Shiyu took a pack of beer from the fridge and began to drink. He organized his emotions and, while drinking, got up to turn on the lights before starting to play video games. It was as if the frown that had just been on his face was no longer his at all.
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